Forcing Out the Third Soul Skill

"It was your Martial Soul itself. It had already begun dissipating the force for you."

After Qian Daoliu spoke, Lu Yuan lowered his head and studied the Abyss-Sinking Spear for a while longer.

If it had merely become heavier, its third evolution would certainly still have been an improvement, but it would have been far less significant than this change. Soul Skills required active activation and continuously consumed Soul Power, yet the two traits the Abyss-Sinking Spear now displayed had truly fused into the Martial Soul itself.

When the spear struck someone, its force could more easily penetrate inward; when someone pressed against the spear shaft head-on, part of the incoming impact would be dispersed.

As for how useful it would truly be in battle, there was no point continuing to test it in the stone chamber.

Qian Daoliu clearly thought the same. He turned and headed outside. "To the training grounds."

The white-haired elder looked at the stone platform, more than half of which had already collapsed, then at the now-empty black stone chamber. After hesitating, he still asked, "Grand Pontiff, should this door remain locked in the future?"

Qian Daoliu did not stop walking. "It's empty inside. Keep guarding it if you want."

The elder froze where he stood.

The corner of Lu Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. He put away the Abyss-Sinking Spear and followed.

There were not many people at the training grounds east of the Worship Hall today. After Qian Daoliu arrived, he only had someone summon a level thirty-three Tool Spirit Elder.

Du Heng, whose Martial Soul was the Black Iron Rod.

He had evidently heard that Lu Yuan's Martial Soul had changed once more after his return. Yet when he truly saw that silver-black spear, he still could not help giving it several extra